Oh’len felt pity for those around him who couldn’t see in the way he could. For all those that didn’t know the aura of this Artefact above them, this miniature sun, in the same way he could. 
There were patterns within patterns and colours of colours swelling from its core and emanating out brightly in the likes that even his eyes had never before seen and they burst forth to coalesce further in new ways of unfathomable brilliance. It held a wild harmony in its own completely unique and unpredictable way. A string of sorrow tugged on the man’s heart as Ohl’en realised he could never really truly talk about or share it with anyone. It would be like trying to discuss one of the most complex pieces produced by the greatest orchestra with a deaf man. 
For as far as he knew, no one else had eyes like him, which in times had caused him to question if what he sees is reality or pure insanity. It had definitely sounded like insanity to those of whom he tried to describe it too. But that wasn’t a conundrum to solve right now. 

Realising he had lost time to the hypnotic light, Ohl’en quickly packed away his briefcase of high tech gadgets and sensors that he had been using to get some readings and research on the power core, then rushed off to meet Orion waiting nearby the entrance to the club.

[i]”Guess it’s time to go meet Gnabik.”[/i]
Oh’len told his acquaintance without apologising for his tardiness. His brows furrowed as he stepped towards the archway and was enveloped by the thudding bass and strobing lights.